The art of burlesque was something Sabra had managed over time with a little practice and the use of a few…NATURAL assets. The coy smile, the sultry stare, and the right pout had gotten her many things during her career. But none of those seemed to be working to her advantage when it came to photographer extraordinaire Tristan. It might've had something to do with the fact that the cheeky Dom had a lot more fortitude than past males who'd come and gone before him. The more he says she's not ready for his…PARTICULAR talents, the more Sabra finds herself wanting to explore the unknown. When she finds herself stepping out of the nipple tassels and into his lair, she wonders if the promise in his eyes will match the one in his cane…
